My husband doesn’t drive, ugh, weird, but when we met, we lived in a city and he got the train to and from work etc. so didn’t really give it anymore thought. His dad and brother also don’t drive, his mum does drive but super nervous, the kind of person who won’t go on the motorway or turn right
![Face with rolling eyes :rolling_eyes: 🙄](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f644.png)
. Again, weird but nothing to do with me. Fast forward a few years and his mum has a health issue, I’m out riding my horse and get a phone call from my dear man, “can you be home by 4.30 as mum needs to go to an appointment and if you could drive her that would be great”
So you’re telling me, her 3 closest relatives, 3 grown ass, adult men that are her immediate family, and you have to ask me to take her to the hospital, whilst you 3 sit at home?!? Ick ick ICKKKKKKKKKK
Of course, I did it. But
bleeping hell, I thought that was so embarrassing, ick.